The Peace of her Sandhour Glass
by Ryan Abraham Ernest Ventriloquist, D.D. (Ben Bussewitz, MM)
The lavapen spent at two in the mirror window shutters,
where the light ran still and clear,
forever through the still glass,
in her heady balm wheat, a watering bucket
to for the tractor buckwheat, tistling the instalayers,
watering the plants, with a kind piece of goodness,
with the love of the earth and the Lord’s Spirit which fills it all,
over the depths of righteous’ hearts,
to the faithfulness in the dandelions field,
in a sunshine, sun warmth sunflower seed;
the tillyrain heartfelt soul, in the heart of the bold,
in the tongues pedaling out the hearts that are sold
in the Heart of the Bold Walking Up to the Earth!—
a watering tongueland of felt or sold?—
to the washing bucket a dandelion felt rub,
to the new body, the new spirit, the new heart, the new mind, the new soul.
it became the tractor farm and was redeemed,
to the heart of the loving speed,
to the heartspilt rice and colours in need of the Royal Dynasty!—
and the luck of the reaper, in the new life of the made,
in the heart of the made, with the life interposed
in the most blessed way, following LIFE of All Days, forever and a day,
a new day, a forever Self and One and Forever,
with selves that are exalted and value wisdom like treasure!
The wisdom of Solomon filling up their treasures,
with the life of every new year,
in the hearts He treasures,
a radiant queen with life of clay bold erudite blessings of ol,
in the heart blessings of heartfelt Golden Wisdom and Light and Warmth of All Days, Spirit of our Clay the church of the swept.
In the Ionian Sea I am imbued. The way to the wheat field of the golden wisdom of treasure
is right here and the life of the Wisdom of the Treasure Pearl Queen is right near my side,
with the warmth of heartfelt natural disaster the ‘quake of .2 magnitude that
gave him an annurism,
and it was all fixed!—
for the hearts of the interposed and blessed,
for Athens’ Running Aqueduct Heart of Gold.
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